This is a song about "Pepperidge farm remembers"

No one remembers as well as the

Our nation have to bow, africa

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

They think they bring that pain

Make sure it remembers my name

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

I think everyone remembers the treatment by the upper-class,

Move like i’m walking with an open case

That it remembers the look on your face

Raising mutants on a farm.

New message from mom

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

And so i kill the brain that remembers so well

The richest place on earth

Left me at the farm with strangers